New Year

This old year is sliding away as sand
that drains through the hourglass;
a mound of memories buried
deep in layers of days.
Turn it over.
Each little minute
now awaits its turn to slip
through to form another, shifting
foundation for our hopes and dreams.

December Joy

Yellow sun
Splashes through the window;
Glides across the floor
In golden shoes.

Blue sky
Glares through the pane;
Dares me to wonder
Has winter come?

Black night
Covers up my world;
Hovers, as so silently
The mantle falls.

White day
Unrolls yards of lace;
Dresses up my world in
December's best.

It's Who You Are

You have a secret.
I can see it
Peeking out from those deep blue eyes
And
Playing around the corners
Of your crooked little smile.

You're keeping a secret.
But not forever.
Every day you give another clue.
I can see you want to tell it.

Your secret is meant to be told
A little bit at a time;
One day at a time.

God is My Healer

God sent you here.

He saw the hole in my heart.

It was just your size.

And so

He sent you here

To fill it up.